"But he did miss." Xuanyuan Hong sighed heavily and said, "Princess, there is another even more incredible thing."
Xuanyuan Yangyue's eyes became extremely scary, and she said: "Is there anything worse than Xi Feng's failure? Xi Feng is a seventh-level great martial artist, but he can't even kill Ling Luo!"
"Tonight, there is a fire in Ling Luo's room, and the fire is very fierce." Xuanyuan Hong's expression became solemn.
"Ha~" Xuanyuanyang Yue sneered happily, "Did you burn to death?"
Xuanyuan Hong shook his head.
Xuanyuanyang Yue's expression turned cold and she said: "Even if he is not burned to death, he is still burned. His appearance should be ruined!"
Seeing the princess's aggressive posture and her expectant eyes, Xuanyuan Hong couldn't help but let out another heavy sigh.
"No, for half an hour, the house burned to the point of collapse, but she was not burned to death!"
"How is that possible?!" Xuanyang Yue's voice suddenly became sharp, "Is she a monster?"
Xuanyuan Hong told Xuanyuan Yangyue in detail what happened that night, including the bet with Xuanyuan Yu.
"The true blood descendant of the Sun God?" Xuanyuan Yangyue couldn't help but snorted coldly, and the sarcasm in the corner of her eyes was unmistakable, "The lost descendant of the Yao Ri Huo Yuan Emperor's blood? Don't let me lose my big teeth, okay? A monster that can't be burned to death.
That’s all, I really think I’m following Cong.”
Xuanyuan Hong lowered his eyebrows slightly, lowered his voice and held his breath, looking extremely cautious, and then said: "Then Princess, what should I do next?"
"Isn't it time to return to the imperial capital soon? I am currently collecting incense at an incense shop five thousand miles away from the third county. You can find a way to lead the moving carriage here." Xuanyuan.
The corners of Yang Yue's lips slightly raised in an extremely enchanting arc, "Since you can't do anything with that woman, I have no choice but to go into battle myself and deal with her."
"Yes, I accept your order." Xuanyuan Hong's face faintly flashed a hint of joy.
*.*.*.*.*.
Early the next morning, Ling Luo and his party got into the carriage and set off.
As usual, Xuanyuan Yu, Ling Luo, and Xuanyuan Ze rode in a carriage, but this time, there was an extra dragon.
"Prison, is it really okay for you to come with us?" Ling Luo couldn't help but worry and said, "Xun'er and Xiao Jie, I'm a little worried."
"There's nothing to worry about. It's very safe along the way. The boy with purple eyes is also very powerful. The two of us can protect ourselves."
The cheap dragon was lying on the table, holding a wine bottle in one hand and a large piece of meat in the other, frothing at the mouth as he ate.
"Besides, your mistress is not willing to give those thirteen Goulan Courtyards to me. Of course, I will stay here to eat and drink from you until he agrees."
"What? You don't like this word?" Qianlong let out a loud wine belch, and said with a layer of alcohol in his red-black eyes, "How about calling me Xiaoqing~Ren'er?"
Ling Luo's eyes suddenly darkened, and then he quickly stood up, grabbed the skin behind the neck of a certain fat cat, then opened the curtains, "rested" and threw it out.
Suddenly, the carriage became much quieter.
Xuanyuan Yu couldn't help laughing, burst out laughing, and said: "Luo'er——"
"What are you doing?!" Ling Luo turned his head with dark eyes, as if he was refusing to let strangers in.